DOSSIER

I was abducted by a feral band of Latvian hookers when I was a year and a half into my first Mormon mission spreading the good word. This was a real game changer. I’ve been writing poetry ever since. After a couple million coffee houses, a few hair bands on The Strip, and a life of abject debauchery I ended up with a wrinkled brown paper bag of songs, poems and stories, some of which even I like.